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EARTH-MAN SONG
by Evee V. Huervana


1. Decrescendo

The rhythms have been set
in the distant blast, light years past
We knew the cadence of a jerking crust
even tempos in the swell of lava underneath
harmonious undulations of liquefied iron and ore
mixed precisely in the core
the lyrics waters murmur condensing
in the atmosphere or trickling from a spring
voices of surging or ebbing seas
--pulses of the earth once converged in
     our infant soul.

But our pompous blast in not too-distant past
     silenced the melodies
Too many refrains about our divinity
     shattered the symphony

How then do we propose to trap
notes traipsing with the four winds?
Wholes in the north, halves in the south
quarters in the east or dotted quarters in the west?
There is neither clef nor rest
to guide our unmetered steps,
no flat nor sharp to fine-tune falsetto laughs
in the three-four beat. Shall we waltz
or tango with the two-four beat?
Our choreographer is a master
but his choreography muddles our gait
we lose our footing, fall flat on
     our scared faces.

2.Crescendo

We leap and run after a maestro
desperate to string in the baton of a virtuoso
notes dripping from a drying fountain 
(this attempt paints a blush on our cheeks)
Arranged in non-dissonant meters 
these fountain notes will rise to a crescendo
Or so we thought...
--before a gold-rimmed stick mangled the tune of
     our mortal song.

To reassemble scattered pulses of the earth,
we lay our faces, right-ears-down
prostrate upon the ground--
awaiting the hard crust's deathless groans
the storm of sand and rocks,
earth's jerks: rain upon our cheeks;
blind our eyes; stuff our ears to deafness
--we sense rhythm upon 
     our singeing skin

The limbs learn to waltz and tango
Melody is resurrected in our torso
Though we've run out of choreographers
     and virtuoso masters.

 ©2000 by Evee V. Huervana
      

This poem is a BPSS original.

 

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